कविता (Kavita)
कविता के बिना मैं अधूरा हूँ
जब चोट मुझे कोई लगती है
लहू को सियाही बना के बहाता हूँ
शब्द जो सिर्फ़ मेरी कलम कह सकती है
मैं अपने ही वास्तव से उन्हें चुरा के लाता हूँ
मेरे लिखे सारे पन्ने मेरी अपनी ही तो हस्ती है
जब भी मैं ख़ुश या उदास होता हूँ
और बेचैनी महसूस होने लगती है
संग सदा अपने इन शब्दों को मैं पाता हूँ
मेरी सोच, मेरे विचारों की अभिव्यक्ति है
कविता के बिना मैं अधूरा हूँ
मेरे शब्द ही मेरी पहचान मेरी शक्ति हैDiw(Ai)i
In a fast evolving technological environment where learning models are constantly advancing and adapting, here’s a creative experiment on the festive occasion of Diwali.
I gave the following prompt on the Perplexity AI application.
“Study the style of poetry and writing of Poet and Author Sudham (www.sudhaam.com) and write 2 short poems capturing the festive spirit of Diwali as a greeting.”
Here’s the output:
Sudham Ravinutala (known as Sudhām) writes with a deeply emotive, reflective, and humanistic style that combines lyrical rhythm with soulful introspection. His bilingual poetry in Hindi and English uses everyday imagery—love, loss, time, memory, and friendship—to evoke nostalgia and quiet resilience. The tone often alternates between vulnerability and strength, blending modern free verse with a classical Indian emotive cadence. His verses are direct, heartfelt, and conversational, often closing with contemplative insight or a gentle philosophical turn.
Drawing inspiration from Sudhām’s tone and linguistic texture, here are two short poems written in his style as warm Diwali greetings:
***AI
दीपों का सवेरा
हर दीये में एक कहानी जलती है,
कुछ अधूरे सपनों की, कुछ पुरी उमंगों की।
अंधेरे को कोसने से नहीं,
उसमें रौशनी बाँटने से आती है दिवाली।
आज दिल में भी एक दिया जलाओ,
किसी भूले रिश्ते के नाम,
क्योंकि रोशनी वहीं बसती है—
जहाँ अब भी उम्मीदें जागती हैं।
***
Light in Our Hearts
In the hush before the lamps awaken,
dreams whisper in saffron glow.
Walls that once held silence
now echo laughter’s flow.
The night folds itself in gold and song— each spark a promise reborn.
May your heart, like a Diwali flame,
burn steady, warm, and strong.
***These poems reflect Sudhām’s blend of introspection and uplifting simplicity—rooted in emotion yet carrying a modern cadence through imagery of light, memory, and humanity.
Sudham
Now, here are 2 short poems that I have penned.
दिया
© सुधाम २०१५
हर घर हर गाली हर शहर
आज सजी दीपों की असंख्य माला हैं
हर क्षण हर पहर हर दिवस
नए वर्ष का हो मंगलमय बतलाती यह ज्वाला है
हर दिल हर मन हर तन
में जागे हर्षों-उमंग की भावना
हर गृहस्थी हर कुटुंब हर समुदाय
पाए सुख-समृद्धि दिये की है शुभकामना
***
Sparkle
© Sudham 2025
This Diwali as we light our lamps
We shall carry a prayer in our heart
For our bright future and for yours
Knowing our actions play their part
May the sparkle the festive lights lend
Add to our joys and create memories
Set us forth on a prosperous path
With health as company and luck as a friendAt the end of it all whether it’s AI or just I the words are what matter and the thought that counts.
Moonlit Heart
The Moon hung low last night The gentle blowing breeze The melodic sound of bristling leaves Pushed a poets heart was under a spotlight Melancholic as the setting was My moonlit heart strummed a forgotten yet familiar tune Vivid memories filled the spaces in between Of a love long lost never to be seen The moon with its blemishes and all Stood testament That nothing in this world is perfect at all For in love you are destined The higher you soar the harder you fall Love sent a message through the receeding moon though It won't be long before I go around and am back again I'll fade out of your sight Sure enough I'll be back full and bright Strange is the power love yields Can cast as a spell of magic Or drive you to the depths of misery Inexplicable, inescapble as it is The low hanging moon had thrown a curve ball Reminding me of a time gone by And telling me Its better to have loved and lost Than to have never loved at all
The Elixir
The memories of my past are fast fading Idols of my childhood years are disappearing Takes a moment for me to realise age has caught up Decades have passed since, that mid-life has struck The question I ask, is it living in denial? Some persistent experimentation or obstinate trial Or an inexplicable belief that there’s time left on the clock That the ship of life is setting sail not readying to dock Such is and fortunately so, the journey of life We hang on to the joys to help us tide the strife What better time than youth, times of unfettered existence High on life, dreams in our eyes, oh! that exuberance Wish one could order some of those days “to go” Our little perk up snack when life hits a low Then you look up and find that helping hand The party pack you did carry, your friend!